After working on my inspiration book for weeks now, I find that I’m able to think more positively about my past. Even though I’ve had some pretty shitty things happen to me, all of those experiences gave me my edge. It shows in a lot of my artwork and even in the way that I dress and carry myself. It kinda makes me love myself more than ever just because of how personal and unique it all is. It makes me so happy :)
[Also, I can now listen to “When the Day met the Moon” without crying. I find this a major improvement and shows that I actually am moving on]
Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.